|Precious Bodily Fluids
Author: variation-seven PM
AU Jack is a vampire. Non-con blood drinking in the first chapter. Yeah I don't know either.Rated: Fiction M - English - Supernatural/Angst - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,243 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 07-29-12 - Published: 06-29-12 - id: 8269087
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As soon as he saw Jack in the boardroom, he knew something was wrong. He didn't know why he had to come into the office at 2 in the morning for a promotion, but since it meant he was now Chief Marketing Officer of CHAANK, he had agreed without protest. Hell, he'd been so happy with the news he was almost tolerable for the rest of the day. Of course Nicholson had dropped some hints about "initiation ceremonies" but Scott, being Scott, promptly disregarded them. Except, there was Jack. Granted, the rest of the executive board was there too, sitting around the table making small talk, but Jack sat at the far end, wreathed in shadows. And he never came to meetings.
Nicholson stood up as Scott entered and gave him a bracing clap on the shoulder. "Glad you could make it, Scott. I know it's early but this is a little-" he paused, trying to find the right words. Jack seemed amused. "-tradition. Don't worry, you won't have to get up at O-dark-hundred every week, afterwords you'll just donate in one of the labs but Jack insists that the first donation be in the flesh."
"What?" Scott asked, intelligently.
Nicholson's response was blunt. "Jack is a vampire." When Scott failed to respond in any way beyond staring at their chief weapons designer, Nicholson deigned to elaborate. "He's going to drink your blood."
After a series of inarticulate noises, Scott managed to sputter out "The fuck? No! No, you can't." He looked around the room, desperately looking for signs that this was some fucked up prank of Jack's, but the board seemed, if anything, mildly irritated. Finding himself in the entirely alien position of being the reasonable one, he grasped for arguments. "Look, I'm not dumb, alright? Vampires don't exist."
At that, Jack smiled, laughed, a noise that echoed across the room. And holy shit, he had fangs. When did he get fangs? Where did he get fangs? Scott almost wanted a closer look, could they be fakes? But since that would involve getting close to Jack as well, he instead backed up against the door. "Oh come on Scott, it's just a prick" Jack said, laughing at his own joke into the uncomfortable silence.
Scott and Jack hadn't really interacted much. He could have counted the number of times he'd seen the weapons designer on one hand, before now. Even then they were hardly meetings, merely chance encounters when he'd gone to Nicholson's office. Jack had been little more than a dark haired blur in a trenchcoat, weird but not his problem. Until now suddenly, he was. When did that fucking happen? He thought back, tried to remember how many of those meetings occurred during the day.
While Scott was wondering when his life went to shit, said problem stood up and sauntered across the room, stopping far too close for comfort. He could almost feel Jack's breath on his neck, except of course there wasn't any. His long hair fell onto Scott's shoulder, making him tense up. "Really, it's okay Scott. They've all had to do this," Jack whispered. They were so close Scott could see him run his tongue over his pointed (and all too real) teeth, noticed that he was the same temperature as the frigid boardroom around him. Scott could feel his pulse race, and judging by the hungry way he was leaning in, so could Jack. "There's cookies afterwords, it's nice." Jack gripped Scott's arm, the cold metal claws on his fingers digging into Scott's flesh through the business suit. Scott knew he should say something, fight him off, but he felt frozen in place, helpless. Some damn vampire thing, or just Jack? Maybe it was the way Jack was looking at him. It wasn't just hunger in those blue eyes (though it was that too) but desperation? What would he do if he were denied blood? Those teeth looked razor sharp close up. He could feel the eyes of the entire executive board watching him, awaiting his next move.
Scott breathed in sharply as Jack's other hand had moved to his neck, exposing his flesh from beneath his shirt collar. "It's alright." He moved quickly, not giving Scott any chance to react, and buried his teeth in Scott's jugular vein.
"Fuck!" It hurt, that was the first thing. The second was a blooming sort of warmth from the spot, in other circumstances it might have been nice. Could he actually feel the blood drain or was he hallucinating? He felt his knees go weak and, to his own embarrassment, had to cling to Jack for support. Now that Jack's head was out of his way, he could look over and see Nicholson and the rest of them. They didn't tell him, they didn't warn him, and he was just supposed to accept it? Nicholson wouldn't meet his gaze, though that Frost bitch had a look of satisfaction. And there were, in fact, cookies. Scott shuddered as he felt Jack's tongue run over the puncture marks in his neck, he kissed it almost affectionately, and then withdrew.
Once, Nicholson had invited Scott to go deep sea fishing. The deck had rolled and dipped on the ocean waves, 'til he was afraid they'd sink. Now the room was moving like the deck of that boat, and he felt like he was about to capsize. Blearily he recognized Nicholson's voice as he rushed to his side. "For God's sake Jack, how much blood did you take?"
"I don't know, I was hungry" Jack snapped, licking the blood from around his mouth. 'My blood,' Scott realized, 'what the hell.'
Abandoning the fruitless task of reasoning with Jack, Nicholson grasped Scott's arm and sat him down in a chair in front of some cookies and juice. "Eat this, you'll need to get your blood sugar up again after that." Mechanically, Scott took a cookie and started chewing. The boards' congratulations washed over him, he made vague replies. He was Chief Marketing Officer of the CHAANK Corporation. And vampires existed. The fuck?
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED. It was just supposed to be a fun crackfic and then it turned into this. I think I have problems.
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